Endos, by George Chow
Among the poor,
his helpless eyes urge for the sense in the glowing
Among the ill,
his cross bones urge for another new flesh body to start
But he see how innocent love shrouted and died.
The youth seem short.
The time seem not lasting.
Endos is what he calls.
A kindly threat to his enemy.
He slip and grab his sword backward with accuracy point to
the front of enemy eye lid, say..
a-salts, a-salts, a-salts, a-salts...
Then he turns his back bear his shield on his back.
Recall Endos and gone..
|Posted: 2015-05-18 04:11:25 UTC|
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